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Death Fucking Freaks Me Out

I guess I should clarify and say that the death of a loved one (including animals, or, let’s be real – myself) is what freaks me out.

It’s so weird, tragic, and sad. Especially if you are holding them when they go. It’s like one minute they’re here, and then they let out their last breath, and they’re just gone. And when you, even with the best of intentions, are the one giving the go ahead and carrying it out, it just breaks something in your soul that can never be fixed. Your sweet loved one, with whom you shared the most intimate moments of your life, is gone. This creature who you shared the most pure love and devotion with, spent the most time with, and who you were responsible for protecting and caring for, is gone – just like that. And you caused it, even though it was meant to protect his suffering.

Wow – it’s a bitter pill to swallow.

One minute you’re here.

And then you are just gone.

I don’t want to be morbid here, but this fate is waiting for all of us. No one gets out of here alive.